Horizon Ridge I've Co[M]e to talk with you again

There had been something special about that sea wolf. She'd have given him the time of day, he could of possibly made something work, but he also had a feeling she liked her roots, and he liked his. They'd forever be apart. He liked fresh water, she liked the salt. Didn't mean it wouldn't work, just mean it'd take some meandering, but he wasn't aiming for it. Cause well she didn't seem to want it.

A soft whine found his ears and he lifted head up to stare around him. The midday son sharp against his pelt of black, dipping the red undertones even harder. He turned one way and then the other, ears tilted forward and then backward. Then his eyes caught sight of her.

Though this was probably a very bad idea he felt the stirring of what she could do, what he could do and the siren scent that clung to her like a second skin. He tilted his. 

Good Afternoon, sea queen. His deep voice rumbled around her, pleasant and teasing. Speaking of whispered promises if she listened close enough. He moved a few strides until he was directly across from her, then he planted his feet and waited to see if she wanted him closer. This was her dance, he was just the partner.